Lower than the altitude of dirt
The face love once held
Wears a tag of emptiness
Special turned upside down
Equal to number nothing.
A puppy whose only wrong
Was growing up too fast
Gets left out in the cold rain
Where kindness kept company
Instead of abandoning.
You leave my often and sure
With words bereft of meaning
And desolate of assurance
For youth and impulse
Equal to number nothing.
Your betrayal is a knife behind
The back you once stood by
I was baby instead of a name
Written beside yours in light
Now worthless and alone.
Copyright © 2021 Charles Edward York
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Author:
Charles Edward York (
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Comments4
A sad writing but I like your choice of words .
A good poem , nice flow ))
An enjoyable lament Charles
The hurt from betrayal is felt from your poem. Sad feeling.
'Your betrayal, is a knife
behind
The back you once
stood by'...
such damning lines
loved the poetic sincerity
to your write today
thanks for sharing
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